Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
X-102,
MDC,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.